The Priest, the Woman and the Confessional

By CHARLES CHINIQUY

A former priest
warns of the dangers of the confessional

CHAPTER 11

Auricular Confession in Australia, America,
and France

WE hope this chapter will be read with interest
and benefit everywhere; it will be particularly interesting to the people
of Australia, America, and France. Let every one consider with attention
its solemn teachings; they will see how auricular confession is spreading,
broadcast, the seeds of an unspeakable corruption an every side, all over
the world. Let every one see how the enemy is successfully at work, to destroy
every vestige of honesty and purity in the hearts and the minds of the fair
daughters of their countries.

Though I have been in Australia only a few months,
I have a collection of authentic and undeniable facts about the destruction
of female virtue, through the confessional, which would fill several large
volumes, and would strike the country with horror, were it possible to publish
them all. But to keep myself within the limits of a short chapter, I will
give only a few of the most public ones.

Not long ago, a young Irish lady, belonging to
one of the most respectable families of Ireland, went to confess to a priest
of Parramatta. But the questions put to her in the confessional, were of
such a bestial character; the efforts made by this priest to persuade his
God-fearing and honest young penitent, to consent to satisfy the infamous
desires of his corrupted heart, caused the young lady to give up, immediately,
the Church of Rome, and break the fetters, by which she had been too long
bound to the feet of her would-be seducers. Let the reader peruse her letter,
which I have copied from the Sydney (Australia) Gazette, of
the 28th July, 1839, and they will see how bravely, and over her own signature,
she not only accuses her confessors of having most infamously scandalized
her by their questions, and tried to destroy in her the last vestige of female
modesty, but she declares that many of her female friends had acknowledged
in her presence, that they had been dealt with in the very same way, by their
father confessors.

As that young lady was the niece of a well-known
Roman Catholic Bishop, and the near relation of two priests, her public declaration
made a profound sensation in the public mind, and the Roman Catholic hierarchy
keenly felt the blow. The facts were too plainly and bravely given by that
unimpeachable witness to be denied. The only thing to which those haughty
and implacable enemies of all that is true, holy and pure, in the
world, had recourse to, to defend their tottering power, and keep their mask
of honesty, what they have done in all ages -- "murder the honest young girl
they had not been able to silence." A few days after, she was found bathed
in her blood, and cruelly bruised, at a short distance from Parramatta; but
by the good providence of God, the would-be murderers, sent by these priests,
had failed to kill their victim. She recovered from her wounds, and lived
many years more to proclaim before the public, how the priests of Australia,
as well as the priests of the rest of the world, make use of auricular confession
to pollute the hearts, and damn the souls of their penitents.

Here is the letter of that young, honest, and
brave lady:

THE CONFESSIONAL.

(To the Editors of the Sydney Gazette.)

While reading over, the other day, in the Sydney
Gazette, an account of the trial, which took place at the Supreme Court,
Tuesday, the 9th instant, I was struck with inexpressible amazement at
the evidence of Dr. Polding, Roman Catholic Bishop in this colony, and
beg to enquire, through the medium of your paper, whether any difference
exists between the English and the Irish Roman Catholic priests? If there
does not, and if what Dr. Polding says is really the case, I must have
been very unfairly dealt with indeed, by most of the priests, to whom I
have confessed.

I know very well a Roman
Catholic priest will never say -- "Pay me so much, and I will give you absolution," because
that would be exposing the craft; but practice speaks louder than precept,
and
I can say for myself (and I know hundred of others, who could say the same,
if they dared), that I have, times without number, paid the priest, before
I rose from my knees at confession, under the pretence, as I will show, of
getting masses and prayers said for the release of the souls of my deceased
relatives from purgatory.

I was taught to believe that masses were not valid,
unless I was from under a state of sin, or in other words, in a state of
grace. Consequently I must be absolved, to make the masses effectual,
and all Roman Catholics know full well, that all masses must be paid for,
before they will be said. I have been told by a priest, a man of good
education, that the more I gave, the better for my own soul, and the souls
of friends detained in purgatory. I was taught to believe that the Church
of Rome being infallible, and incapable of erring, its doctrine and practices
were the same throughout the world; of course I was the more staggered on
reading Dr. Polding's evidence. I think that he must be laboring under a
great mistake, when he says, that it is strictly forbidden for a priest to
receive money in any way, or even if anything should be given for charitable
purposes, it is usual to give it at another time, "but not customary," or
else the priests in Ireland are outrageously simonical. Perhaps Dr. Polding
will inform me, why I should, for so many years, and not only I, but very
many members of my poor deluded family, pay the priest for relies -- such as "the
word of the cross," "holy bones," "holy wax," "holy fire," "pieces of saints'
garments," from Rome and other places: "holy clay," from the saints' tombs; "the
Agnus Dei," "gospels," "scapularies," "blessed candle," "blessed salt," "St.
Francis' lard, &c.

But the time would fail
me to repeat the abominable delusions I've paid for, and none of them could,
in any way, be reckoned
among the priests' traveling expenses, as the priests were resident in the
place; but, perhaps, these are not some of the acts which would bring a priest
into degradation with his own community, as Dr. Polding acknowledges; "there
are certain acts to which, inherently and incessantly, there are degradations
and detestation attached," but I humbly and heartily thank God I have not,
like Dr. Polding, to wait until I have "been a Protestant," to know how such
acts must affect all who come within reach of their contagion, as I do most
solemnly protest, before God and man, against refuges of lies and idolatrous
worship of the Popish Church, out of which it is my earnest and constant
prayer, that not only my own relations, but all within her pale, may, through
the riches of God's grace, "come out from her and be separate," as I have,
so that after the way which they call heresy -- "that they may yet be brought
to worship the God of their fathers."

But there is one thing asserted by Dr. Polding,
in his evidence, that needs particular explanations, as it either casts a
most blasphemous reflection on the Holy Scriptures, or Dr. Polding must,
if he directs the attention of Protestants, for the rule of confession, in
the Roman Catholic Church, to the Holy Scriptures, be totally ignorant of
that, which the everyday student in Maynooth College is master of; and were
it not that I esteem the glory of God far beyond my own personal feelings
of female delicacy, I would shrink from acknowledging that which I
do now publicly, and with shame, that I have carefully perused the translations
of the extracts from "Dens' Theology," where alone the true practice of the
Roman Catholic confessional is to be found, and publicly authorized by Dr.
Murray, the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Dublin, and in the presence of my
Maker, I solemnly declare, that horrible and unspeakably vile as that book
is, I have had a hundred times more disgusting questions put to me in the
confessional, which I was obliged to answer, having been told by my confessor, "that
being ashamed of answering him, I was in a state of mortal sin." I have been
often obliged to perform severe penance, for repeating to my companions,
a portion of these horrible things, out of confession, and comparing the
questions put to them (as far as decency would allow) with those put to myself.
What then will the Protestant public think, when I again declare, and in
the same solemn manner, that their experience, and especially the experience
of one of them, was worse than mine, acts following questions, which
I readily believe, from the specimens offered to myself, one day, in the
confessional.

If then, Dr. Polding will
only prove to me, from simply the Holy Scriptures," any authority for what I have stated, on the
part of Roman Catholic Confession, and which may be read by any one who please,
in Dens' Theology, -- I promise to return to the bosom of the Roman Catholic
Church. But I must leave this subject for the present, on which I could relate
what would fill a moderate sized volume, and just speak a few words about
the sale of indulgences, of which Dr. Polding has only read "in Protestant
books." This also astonished me, that a bishop in the Roman Catholic Church,
should know nothing of these things, and I to have purchased one, which I
did during the cholera of 1832. At that time I heard the priest of the parish
publish from the altar, that the Pope had granted an indulgence; and, as
the cholera was raging in Dublin, every one was in dread of its spreading
over the whole country, and every Roman Catholic that could crawl to the
chapel, in the parish where I lived, lost no time in coming. Amongst them
I well remember the priest showing me an old woman, who, he said, had not
been to confession for fifty years, and who was in the act of laying her
money on the tray, when he pointed her out. Indulgence was to be had, as
the priest had published, and I saw the old woman put her money on the tray,
where I put mine -- she got her seal of indulgence, and I got mine. Will
Dr. Polding have the kindness to tell me what the money was for? In complying
with the indulgence, it was necessary also, to say so many prayers, such
as the "Jesus Psalter," &c., but those who could not were to bring their
beads to their priests, who selected a proper number of prayers to be said
on them. Persons were to give at their own option, what money they pleased,
but nothing less than silver was taken. I have seen trays on the vestry-room
table of the chapel, at that time, full of silver, bank-notes and gold, and
I have also seen trays for the same purpose, in Marlborough Street Chapel,
Dublin, upon the holy-water trough.

How many poor creatures
have I known, who were little short of starving, beg or borrow a six-pence,
to be at the chapel
at that time; but it would be impossible almost for me, unless I was as insensible
as the images I was taught to worship, especially my own guardian angel,
St. Agnes, to whom, with the Virgin Mary, I was taught to pay more adoration
than to God Himself, were I to have remained unacquainted with the depth
of these, and many more wicked and abominable devices, under the garb of
the most self-denying religion, having such a number of priests related to
me, a bishop for my uncle, and brought up amongst priests, friars, and nuns
of almost every order, from my birth, besides being a most zealous devoted
Roman Catholic myself, during my ignorance of "the truth, as it is in Jesus." But
I am content to leave all temporal good as I have already done, in leaving
wealthy relations and former friends, only desiring from my heart, that,
as I have suffered the loss of all things, I may "be more enabled to count
them but dung, that I may win Christ, and be found in Him, not having my
own righteousness (which I was taught to value in the Roman Catholic Church,
and which is of the law), but that which is through the faith of Christ,
the righteousness, which is of God, by faith." I know, sir, I have taken
up too much of your paper, but, should it please God, that the truths, the
solemn truths, which I have stated, be so blessed as to rouse even one of
my Roman Catholic fellow-sinners to reflect, and break through that slavish
bondage, in which I know too well, they are kept, and begin to think for
him or herself, I am sure you will feel doubly recompensed for the space
you have given this letter.

I am, sir, &c., &c.,

AGNES CATHERINE BYRNE.

25th July, 1839.

As some people, from a mistaken sense of charity,
may be tempted to believe that the priests of Rome, in Australia, have reformed,
and are not so corrupted to-day as they were in 1839, let them read the following
document, which I take from the Sydney Evening News, 19th November,
1878

"One of the largest assemblages that were ever
seen inside the Protestant Hall in Castlereagh-street, attended last night
in response to an advertisement announcing that a lady would deliver a lecture
on the subject -- 'Mrs. Constable wrong, and the ex-priest Chiniquy right, relative
to auricular confession; proved by the lady's personal experience in Sydney.'
The building was densely packed in every part, and there was no standing
room. On the platform, around it, and in the galleries were large numbers
of ladies. Pastor Allen then opened the proceedings by giving out the hymn
'Rock of ages cleft for me.' Mr. W. Neill (the banker) was voted to the chair.
The lady lecturer, Mrs. Margaret Ann Dillon, a middle-aged lady, neatly dressed,
was then introduced to the audience. At first she appeared somewhat tremulous
and confused, which she explained was mainly owing to the cruel and heartless
letter she had, that night, received, announcing the death of her husband.
She stated that she had not been brought up in the Roman Catholic faith,
but after much consideration she had joined that Church, because she had
been led to believe it was the only true Church. She had, for years after
joining the Church, faithfully attended to its duties, even to auricular
confession. It was not her intention to insult the Roman Catholics that she
had thus publicly come forward, but to refute the allegations of Mrs. Constable,
and show that the ex-priest Chiniquy's statements were true. Nothing but
her duty to God would have caused her to come before them in this public
manner. It was her first appearance in public; therefore, they must allow
for her shortcomings; but she would speak truthfully and fearlessly. Her
address would have reference entirely to her own personal experience of auricular
confession. After some further remarks, Mr. Neill was requested to read the
following letter, sent by the lady lecturer to Archbishop Vaughan: 'No. 259
Kent Street, Sydney. 12th of April, 1878. To his Grace Archbishop Vaughan.
May it please your Grace: -- I have for a considerable time past been very desirous
of bringing a most painful subject under your notice, and which has caused
me considerable pain. Various reasons have prevented my doing so until now,
and it is only when I perceive the object of my complaint apparently unpunished
for his conduct, which I heard has been the case, I determined upon appealing
to you, feeling sure of obtaining redress. About the year 1876, I resided
in Clarence street, in this city, and while suffering from severe illness
was visited by Father Sheridan, of St. Mary's, as also by Father Maher. From
the former I received the last rites of the Church, as I was supposed to
be on my dying-bed. Half an hour after Father Sheridan had left me, Father
Maher called upon me, and insisted upon performing the service upon me, which
I declined. There was a bottle containing brandy on the table, and by its
side a tumbler containing a small quantity of castor oil for my use. Father
Maher wished for some of the spirits, and my husband, who was in the room,
requested him to help himself. He did so, using the tumbler that contained
the medicine, and finding the mistake, he had emptied some more of the spirits
into a clean tumbler, and drank it. He then desired my husband to leave the
room. He then came to my bedside professedly to administer the rites of the
Church to me, and I remonstrated with him, when he laid violent hands upon
me, and made most improper overtures to me. In my struggles to resist, my
night dress was much torn. He assured me that no harm would be done to me
if I did comply with his terrible device (Cries of Oh! Oh!) saying what he
did was under the holy orders, and would not be held as a sin by the Church,
or words to that effect. (Sensation.) I, at length, found strength to call
my husband; and, on his appearing, Father Maher was forced to leave the room.
I was fearful in telling my husband all that happened, as I felt sure he
would use violence to Father Maher. Since the occurrence, I was apprised
that he had been suspended for some other cause, and that it was useless
my taking steps in the matter. But as, within the present month, I have seen
him passing my door dressed in a priest's usual garb, and it being evident
to me that he is still under some control, I have determined upon making
the complaint he so richly deserves. I write to add that when my husband
drove him off the premises, he (Father Maher) had become quite intoxicated
with the spirits he had taken. -- I am, with much respect, your Grace's humble
servant, MARGARET ANN DILLON.' Mrs. Dillon then proceeded, at great length,
to relate minutely the facts of the affair stated in the letter, and how
the Vicar-General (Dean Sheridan) came to her place to hush up the matter.
In a long dialogue with the reverend Dean, she asserted that he maintained
that Archbishop Vaughan had shed tears over her letter, and that he (the
Dean) had always known her to be a good woman. In reply to a question, the
Dean told her that 'once a priest always a priest;' but she rejoined, 'once
in infamy, always in infamy.' Subsequently, a priest called on her, and asked
her why she did not go to church. She explained that, having three children
to take care of, she could not go. Once, a priest saw the Protestant Bible
with some other books on her table, and he said to her, 'I see you have got
some heretical books here; you must take them and burn them.' She said she
would not do so; and he said, 'If you do not give me those books, I will
not give you absolution.' She said she did not care, and he left the place.
The lady then read from Dens' Theology, Vol. VI., page 305, as to the doctrines
of the confessional. She maintained that the priest likened themselves to
God in the confessional-box, but outside of it they were only men. She would
not give utterance to the filthy language that she had been subject to hear
and reply to by the priest in the confessional-box. Not only herself, but
her daughter could bear witness to the abominations of the confessional.
She had been married twice, and shortly after her first husband's death she
sent her daughter to confession. The priest told her daughter that her dead
father, who had been a Protestant, was a heretic, and was in hell. She urged
that Catholic women ought not to send their children to be insulted and degraded
by the confessional. She hoped they would keep their children away from it,
for the priests put questions to them suggesting wickedness of the grossest
description, and filling their minds with carnal thoughts for the first time
in their lives. (Cheers.) She would strongly advise all Roman Catholic men
not to allow priests to remain alone with their wives. Napoleon adopted a
scheme by which he would himself frame the questions to be put to his son
in the confessional. If Napoleon was so careful of his son, how much more
so must those be in a humbler sphere of life. Mrs. Dillon, then, read extracts
from Dens' Theology and other text-books, which she claimed to be the standard
works of the Roman Catholic Church, to refute Mrs. Constable's allegations.
Her experience, as well as that of many others, clearly proved that the cause
of the majority of the large numbers of girls on the streets arose from the
abominable questions they have to reply to in the confessional-box. (Cheers.)
Not only were the majority of these girls Catholics, but our hospitals and
charitable institutions are filled with those whose early life had been degraded
in the confessional. (Hear, hear.) In conclusion, Mrs. Dillon touched on
the sacrament question, asserting that the priests take good care to drink
the wine -- the blood of Christ, -- and the people had the lozenge, -- the body of
Christ. (Laughter.) Mrs. Dillon resumed her seat amid tumultuous cheering.
Frequently her remarks created great sensation and rounds of applause. The
Rev. Pastor Allen read a letter sent that night to the lady lecturer, containing
an extract from the S. M. Herald, published four years ago, about
the punishment of an Abbe for unpriestly conduct to four young ladies in
the confessional. A hearty vote of thanks was passed to the lady lecturer,
and a similar honor was accorded to Mr. Neill, for presiding. The benediction
and the singing of the National Anthem closed the proceedings about half-past
nine o'clock.

Has the world ever seen any act more disgustingly
corrupt than that priest's? Who will not be struck with horror at the sight
of that confessor, who struggles with his dying penitent, and tears her night-dress,
when she is on her sick bed, to satisfy his vile propensities?

What an awful spectacle is here presented, by
the hands of Providence, before the eyes of a Christian people! A dying woman
obliged to fight and struggle against her confessor, to keep her purity and
honor intact! Her night-robes torn by the beastly priest of Rome!

Let the Americans who like
to know more precisely what is going on between the father confessors and
their female penitents
in the United States, go to the beautiful town of Malone, in the State of
New York. There, they will see, by the public records of the court, how Father
McNully seduced his fair penitent, Miss McFarlane, who was boarding with
him, and of whom he was the teacher. They will see that the enraged parents
of the young lady prosecuted him and got a verdict of $2,129 for damage,
which he refused to pay. He was incarcerated -- broke his gaol, went to Canada,
where he was welcomed by the bishops and employed among the confessors of
the Irish girls of the Dominion!

Do not the echoes of the whole world still repeat
the horrors of the Cracow Nunnery in Austria? In spite of the superhuman
efforts of the Roman Catholic press to suppress or deny the truth, has it
not been proved by the evidence that the unfortunate Nun Barbary Ubryk was
found absolutely naked in a most horrible, dark, damp, and filthy dungeon,
where she had been kept by the nuns because she had refused to live their
life of infamy with their Father Confessor Pankiewiez. And has not that miserable
priest corroborated all that was brought to his charge, by putting an end
himself, like Judas, to his own infamous life?

I have met, in Montreal, a nephew of the Nun Barbara
Ubryk, who was in Cracow when his aunt was found in her horrible danger.
He not only corroborated all what the press had said about the tortures of
his near relation and their cause, but he publicly gave up the Church of
Rome, whose confessional he knew personally, are schools of perdition.

I visited Chicago for the first time in 1851,
at the pressing request of Bishop Vandevelde. It was to cover Illinois, as
much as we could, with Roman Catholics from Canada, France, and Belgium,
that we might put that splendid State, which was then a kind of wilderness,
under the control of the Church of Rome. I then inquired from a priest about
the particulars of the death of the late Bishop. That priest had no reasons
whatever to deceive me and concede the truth, and it was with an evidently
distressed mind that he gave the following details, which he assured me,
were the exact, though very sad, truth:

"The Grand Vicar, M. .
., had fallen in love with his beautiful penitent, the accomplished Nun,.
. . ., Superioress of the
Convent of Lorette. The consequence was that to conceal her fall, she went,
under the pretext of recruiting her health, to a western city, where she
soon died when giving birth to a dead-born child."

Though these mysteries of iniquity had been, as
much as possible, kept secret, enough of them had come to the ears of the
Bishop to induce him to tell the confessor that he was obliged to make inquiry
about his conduct, and that, if found guilty, he would be interdicted. That
priest boldly and indignantly denied his guilt; and said that be was glad
of that inquiry. For he boasted that he was sure to prove his innocence.
But after more mature deliberation, he changed his mind. In order to save
his bishop the troubles of that inquiry, he administered to him a dose of
poison which relieved him from the miseries of life, after five or six days
of suffering, which the doctors took for a common disease!!!

Auricular confession! These are some of thy mysteries!

The people of Detroit,
Michigan, have not yet forgotten that amiable priest who was the confessor, "a la mode," of
the young and old Roman Catholic ladies. They all remember still, the dark
night
during which he left for Belgium, with one of his most beautiful penitents,
and $4,000 which he had taken from the purse of his Bishop Lefebvre, to pay
his traveling expenses. And, who, in that same city of Detroit does not still
sympathize with that young doctor whose beautiful wife eloped with her father
confessor, in order, we must charitably suppose, to be more benefited when
in the constant company of her spiritual and holy (?) physician.

Let my readers come with me to Bourbonnais Grove,
and there, every one will show them the son whom the Priest Courjeault had
from one of his fair penitents.

Week-kneed Protestants! who are constantly speaking
of peace, peace, with Rome, and who keep yourselves humbly prostrated
at their feet, in order to sell them your wares, or get their suffrages,
do you not understand your supreme degradation?

Do not answer to us that these are exceptional
cases, for I am ready to prove that this unspeakable degradation and immorality
are the normal state of the greater part of the priests of Rome. Father Hyacinthe
has publicly declared, that ninety-nine out of one hundred of them, live
in sin with the females they have destroyed. And not only the common priests
are, for the greater part, sunk in that bottomless pit of secret or public
infamy, but the bishops and popes, with the cardinals, are no better.

Who does not know the history
of that interesting young girl of Armidale, Australia, who, lately, confessed
to her distracted
parents, that her seducer had been no less than a bishop! And when the enraged
father prosecuted the bishop for damages, is it not a public fact that he
got £350 from the Pope's bishop, with the condition that he would emigrate
with his family, to San Francisco, where this great iniquity might be concealed!
But, unfortunately for the criminal confessor, the girl gave birth to a little
bishop, before she left, and I can give the name of the priest who baptized
the child of his own holy (?) and venerable (?) bishop.

Will the people of Australia ever forget the history
of Father Nihills, who was condemned to three years in the penitentiary,
for an unmentionable crime with one of his penitents?

This brings to my mind the deplorable end of Father
Cahill, who cut his own throat not long ago, in New England, to escape the
prosecution of the beautiful girl whom he had seduced. Who has not heard
of that grand Vicar of Boston, who, about three ago, poisoned himself to
escape the sentence which was to be hurled against him the very next day,
by the Supreme Court, for having seduced one of his fair penitents?

Has not all France been struck with horror and
confusion at the declarations made by the noble Catherine Cadiere and her
numerous young female friends, against their father confessor, the Jesuit,
John B. Girard? The details of the villainies practiced by that holy (?)
father confessor and his coadjutors, with their fair penitents, are such,
that no Christian pen can retrace them, and no Christian reader would consent
to have them put before his eyes.

If this chapter was not already long enough, I
would say how Father Achazius, superior of a nunnery in Duren, France, used
to sanctify the young and old ladies who confessed to him. The number of
his victims was so great, and their ranks in society so exalted, that Napoleon
thought it was his duty to take that scandalous affair before him.

The way this holy (?) father confessor used to
lead the noble girls, married women, and nuns, of the territory of Aix-la-Chapelle,
was revealed by a young nun who had escaped from the snares of the priest,
and married a superior officer in the army of the Emperor of France. Her
husband thought it his duty to direct the attention of Napoleon to the performances
of that priest, through the confessional. But the investigations which were
directed by the State Counsellor, Le Clerq, and the Professor Gall, were
compromising so many other priests, and so many ladies in the highest ranks
of society, that the Emperor was absolutely disheartened, and feared that
their exposure before the whole of France, would cause the people to renew
the awful slaughters of 1792 and 1793, when thirty thousand priests, monks
and nuns, had been mercilessly hung, or shot dead, as the most implacable
enemies of public morality and liberty. In those days, that ambitious man
was in need of the priests to forge the fetters by which the people of France
would be securely tied to the wheels of his chariot.

He abruptly ordered the court of investigation
to stop the inquiry, under the pretext of saving the honor of so many families,
whose single and married females had been seduced by their confessors. He
thought that prudence and shame were urging him not to lift up more of the
dark and thick veil, behind which the confessors conceal their hellish practices
with their fair penitents. He found it was enough to confine Father Achazius
and his co-priests in a dungeon for their lives.

But if we turn our eyes
from the humble confessor priests to the monsters whom the Church of Rome
adores as the vicars of Jesus
Christ -- the supreme Pontiffs -- the Popes, do we not find horrors and abominations,
scandals and infamies, which surpass everything which is done by the common
priests behind the impure curtains of the confessional-box?

Does not Cardinal Baronius himself, tell us that
the world has never seen anything comparable to the impurities and unmentionable
vices of a great number of popes?

Do not the annals of the Church of Rome give us
the history of that celebrated prostitute of Rome, Marozia, who lived in
public concubinage with the Pope Sergius III., whom she raised to the so-called
chair of St. Peter? Had she not also, by that Pope a son, of whom. she also
made a pope after the death of his holy (?) father, Pope Sergius?

Did not the same Marozia and her sister, Theodora,
put on the pontifical throne another one of their lovers, under the name
of Anastasius III., who was soon followed by John X.? And is it not a public
fact, that that pope having lost the confidence of his concubine Marozia,
was strangled by her order? Is it not also a fact of public notoriety, that
his follower, Leo VI., was assassinated by her, for having given his heart
to another woman, still more degraded?

The son whom Marozia had by Pope Sergius, was
elected pope, by the influence of his mother, under the name of John XI.,
when not sixteen years old! But having quarrelled with some of the enemies
of his mother, he was beaten and sent to gaol, where he was poisoned and
died.

In the year 936, the grandson
of the prostitute Marozia, after several bloody encounters with his opponents,
succeeded in
taking possession of the pontifical throne under the name of John XII. But
his vices and scandals became so intolerable, that the learned and celebrated
Roman Catholic Bishop of Cremorne, Luitprand, says of him: -- "No honest lady
dared to show herself in public, for the Pope John had no respect either
for single girls, married women, or widows -- they were sure to be defiled by
him, even on the tombs of the holy apostles, Peter and Paul.

That same John XII. was instantly killed by a
gentleman, who found him committing the act of adultery with his wife.

It is a well-known fact that Pope Boniface VII.
had caused John XIV. to be imprisoned and poisoned, and when he soon after
died, the people of Rome dragged his naked body through the streets, and
left it, when horribly mutilated, to be eaten by dogs, if a few priests had
not secretly buried him.

Let the readers study the history of the celebrated
Council of Constance, called to put an end to the great schism, during which
three popes, and sometimes four, were every morning cursing each other and
calling their opponents Antichrists, demons, adulterers, sodomists, murderers,
enemies of God and man.

As every one of them was an infallible pope, according
to the last Council of the Vatican, we are bound to believe that they were
correct in the compliments they paid to each other.

One of these holy (?) popes, John XXIII., having
appeared before the Council to give an account of his conduct, he was proved
by thirty-seven witnesses, the greater part of whom were bishops and priests,
of having been guilty of fornication, adultery, incest, sodomy, simony, theft,
and murder. It was proved also by a legion of witnesses, that he had seduced
and violated 300 nuns. His own secretary, Niem, said that he had at Boulogne,
kept a harem, where not less than 200 girls had been the victims of his lubricity.

And what could we not say of Alexander VI.? That
monster who lived in public incest with his two sisters and his own daughter
Lucretia, from whom he got a child.

But I stop -- I blush to be
forced to repeat such things. I would never have mentioned them were it not
necessary not only
to put an end to the insolence and the pretensions of the priests of Rome,
but also to make the Protestants remember why their heroic fathers have made
such great sacrifices and fought so many battles, shed their purest blood
and even died, in order to break the fetters by which they were bound to
the feet of the priests and the popes of Rome.

Let not my readers be deceived
by the idea that the popes of Rome in our days, are much better than those
of the ninth, tenth,
eleventh and twelfth centuries. They are absolutely the same -- the only difference
is that, to-day, they take a little more care to conceal their secret orgies.
For they know well, that the modern nations, enlightened as they are, by
the light of the Bible, would not tolerate the infamies of their predecessors;
they would hurl them very soon into the Tiber, if they dared to repeat in
the open day, the scenes of which the Alexanders, Stephens, Johns, &c. &c.,
were the heroes.

Go to Italy, and there
the Roman Catholics themselves will show you the two beautiful daughters
whom the last pope, Pius IX., had
from two of his mistresses. They will tell you, too, the names of five other
mistresses -- three of them nuns -- he had when a priest and a bishop; some of
them are still living.

Inquire from those who have personally known Pope
Gregory XVI., the predecessor of Pius IX., and after they will have given
you the history of his mistresses, one of whom was the wife of his barber,
they will tell you that he was one of the greatest drunkards in Italy!

Who has not heard of the bastard, whom Cardinal
Antonelli had from Countess Lambertini? Has not the suit of that illegitimate
child of the great cardinal secretary filled Italy and the whole world with
shame and disgust?

However, nobody can be
surprised that the priests, the bishops, and the popes of Rome are sunk into
such a bottomless abyss
of infamy, when we remember that they are nothing else than the successors
of the priests of Bacchus and Jupiter. For not only have they inherited their
powers, but they have even kept their very robes and mantles on their shoulders,
and their caps on their heads. Like the priests of Bacchus, the priests of
the Pope are bound never to marry, by the impious and godless laws of celibacy.
For every one knows that the priests of Bacchus were, as the priests of Rome,
celibates. But, like the priests of the Pope, the priests of Bacchus, to
console themselves for the restraints of celibacy, had invented auricular
confession. Through the secret confidences of the confessional, the priests
of the old idols, as well as those of the newly-invented wafer gods, knew
who were strong and weak among their fair penitents, and under the veil "of
the sacred mysteries," during the night celebration of their diabolical mysteries,
they knew to whom they should address themselves, and make their vows of
celibacy an easy yoke.

Let those who want more
information on that subject read the poems of Juvenal, Propertius, and Tibellus.
Let them peruse all
the historians of old Rome, and they will see the perfect resemblance which
exists between the priests of the Pope and those of Bacchus, in reference
to the vows of celibacy, the secrets of auricular confession, celebration
of the so-called "sacred mysteries," and the unmentionable moral corruption
of the two systems of religion. In fact, when one reads the poems of Juvenal,
he thinks he has before him the books of Dens, Liguori, Lebreyne, Kenrick.

Let us hope and pray that the day may soon come
when God will look in His mercy upon this perishing world; and then, the
priests of the wafer-gods, with their mock celibacy, their soul-destroying,
auricular confession and their idols will be swept away.

In that day Babylon -- the
great Babylon will fall, and heaven and earth shall rejoice.

For the nations will no more go and quench their
thirst at the impure cisterns dug for them by the man of sin. But they will
go and wash their robes in the blood of the Lamb; and the Lamb will make
them pure by His blood, and free by His word. Amen.